After Hours
- 8k words
CW: NSFW, strong language, not suitable for readers under 18
Based on the prompts:
âYou look good all soaking wetâ
âI love the way you look with my fingers inside youâ
âWhat? Does that feel good?â
âWhen we get home Iâm going to cuff you to the bed and go down on you all night all night until my jaw is soreâ
And of course: there was only one bed
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Aelin usually didnât mind the many work conferences she was forced to attend, usually liking the time away from the boring office, and the all expenses paid trips that she tended to take advantage of. Of course, the actual days of meetings itself were a drag, and she preferred to zone out instead of actively paying attention, but the evenings after were always good times.
Because all expenses paid meant drinks too, so a few shots and a scandalous outfit generally made everything a lot better. And everyone else always had the same idea, because the resort bar was always packed.
On a normal trip, Aelin would go socialize, chatting and flirting and usually going back upstairs with someone from another company. Sheâd met her last boyfriend that way, although Chaol had turned out to be a total jerk, and after one argument taken too far, sheâd dumped him and resolved to never get that invested with a person at one of these events again. Just harmless fun instead.
But Rowan Whitethorn was proving to be the end of that. Not because she would get invested in a relationship with him, gods no. But because she hated him, and his presence would ruin any sort of fun she managed to have.
It still baffled her why Rowan had volunteered to come to this conference with her. Theyâd been coworkers for a few years, so he knew it was always her who got assigned to come, and she knew that he was fine with that because he despised these types of things. And her. So it made no sense why heâd suddenly done a 360 and offered to tag along.
But when she really thought about it, heâd been acting weird for a few weeks. Their desks were unfortunately near each other, and instead of arguing or taunting her like Rowan normally did, heâd been silent. More sullen and brooding, like he was ignoring her.
Aelin didnât like to admit it, but it wasnât a nice change. It just made work more boring without him to bother. She didnât even know why heâd flipped like that. The only change in the office had been a recent hire, but Dorian didnât even work in their department. Heâd visit every so often, stopping to talk to her about various things, but heâd never even said a word to Rowan.
So the buzzard was just cranky apparently.
âCan you turn the music down?â Rowan grumbled, tapping his hand impatiently on the wheel. Aelin looked over at him incredulously, ignoring his request.
He met her gaze out of the side of his eye but then quickly looked away, staring back at the road. âItâs too loud.â
She rolled her eyes, reaching to turn the volume not down, but up. Thatâs what he got for insisting he drive the whole four hour drive from Orynth to Rifthold. The person in the passenger seat was the DJ, it was just the rules.
Rowan scowled but didnât comment, letting the obnoxious pop music take over the car once again. Aelin was too stubborn to admit that she didnât like it either. She had to prove a point.
âAre we almost there?â She complained after a few minutes, dropping her head onto her hand and leaning against the door. âIâm tired of being stuck in a car with you.â
Rowan glared at her, annoyance burning fiercely in his green eyes, and she darted her gaze away, shifting uncomfortably to hide the arousal coursing through her at the sight. That was yet another thing she would never admit. He was the most attractive man sheâd ever godsdamned seen, and no matter the arguments and the fights and the genuine dislike between them, Aelin couldnât help but wonder what it would be like to be in his bed.
It was too bad that she would never find out.
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An hour later, Aelin proved herself wrong.
Even if it wasnât in the way she wanted, she would be in his bed, because somehow the hotel had booked their room wrong, giving them a single instead of a double. Or maybe it was their company, because they were used to Aelin going by herself. It was annoying, but unless either of them wanted to sleep on the floor, sheâd be spending the night with Rowan.
âIâll sleep on the floor,â he said as he paused and laid eyes on the room, repeating her thoughts. She was tempted to agree and let it sit at that but⌠she felt bad.
âAm I too much of a nuisance to share a bed with?â Aelin shot at him, raising a brow and hiding behind snark instead of saying what she really thought. Rowan frowned.
âIâd really just rather not,â he mumbled, huffing and dropping his suitcase on the generic carpet.
âSo youâre going to sleep on the hard ground the night before a long and boring day tomorrow?â She raised a brow. âI donât think so. I already deal with your shit attitude at the office, I donât need it here too.â
He looked like he was going to fight her on that, so she sighed and closed her eyes. âLook,â she continued, âitâs late, and Iâm tired, and I donât want to argue about this right now, so please just get in the godsdamned bed and stop complaining like you always do.â
Without waiting for a response, Aelin dropped her bag too, digging inside it for the stuff she needed, and stormed off into the bathroom.
In the bathroom, it didnât take her long to get ready for bed, but she hesitated before exiting. Sheâd never been anywhere with Rowan like this, and sheâd packed before she knew he was coming. Hence her nightgown.
It was short, and silk, with lace edging the bottom and the neckline, showing off her assets in a way she wasnât sure she wanted him to see. Knowing him, heâd make some sort of spiteful joke about it, implying rude names for her that he would never say out loud but would always hint at with that judgemental tone of his.
But she wouldnât let him bother her like that. No. She was her own person, and he had no bearing over what she did or what she wore.
So Aelin waltzed back out of the bathroom, confident in the light pink garment. She was cynically pleased to see Rowan listening to her, laying in the bed, with the lamp on and a book in front of him.
He glanced up distractedly at the noise, but then flicked his gaze to her completely, eyes widening at her outfit. But then they narrowed, annoyance flickering in them.
âYou donât have any proper clothes to wear?â He said snarkily, looking back at his book purposefully. âI canât say that surprises me.â Aelin glared but didnât let it get to her as she walked over, purposefully bending over to show off her cleavage as she climbed in next to him.
âI just wanted to show you what a good looking woman looks like,â she said sugary sweet. âIâm sure you donât have much experience.â He snorted harshly but didnât respond. She rolled her eyes and laid down, shifting around to find the best spot on the shitty mattress.
In the process of getting comfortable, she accidentally brushed against Rowan, pushing her back into his side slightly, and he hissed and pushed her away.
âGods,â he muttered, âif weâre sharing, you better keep to your own fucking side.â
She rolled over and stared at him incredulously, annoyed by his dramatic response. But he was already rolling to face away from her, reaching to turn the lamp off. It seemed like he was already done with her.
Fine.
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Aelin grumbled and fidgeted on her feet, fiddling with the ID tag around her neck as she waited for Rowan to get back from the bathroom. The lobby was packed, so it wouldnât be surprising if there was a line, but still. She was frustrated it was taking him so long.
Her cheeks heated as she thought of him, embarrassment flooding her senses.
Theyâd woken up that morning entangled, her body completely tucked into his, with his arms wrapped around her back and their legs entwined. Aelin had no memory of getting into that position, and sheâd sprung away right as she realized what was going on, but for that brief moment before she was fully awake, sheâd wanted to stay.
And that scared her.
Theyâd avoided talking about it all day, quite easily actually. From early morning to late afternoon, theyâd been stuck at the conference, attending seminars and meetings and speeches and such, so theyâd never really even had a chance.
Aelin was, for once, grateful for the dreadful schedule. No confusion needed to be mixed into their already chaotic dynamic.
She wasnât sure why theyâd been so tumultuous right off the bat. Heâd been working at the marketing company before her, and when she was hired and had been introduced to her department, heâd given her the most disdainful expression sheâd ever seen. It had been flickered with something else, but sheâd never been able to interpret it so she just ignored it.
Heâd been rude that whole first day too, so sheâd started being rude back, and then it just never stopped. All of their coworkers would agree that it would be weirder for them to work cooperatively than it would be for the infamously difficult boss to give them all raises and giant Yulemas bonuses. Aelin knew both she and Rowan would agree with that, which was why the last couple of weeks had been so off putting.
But she wouldnât bring that up, especially now.
âMs. Galathynius?â A male voice called out from behind her, and Aelin turned to come face to face with a smiling brunette man, one who looked vaguely familiar. He was quite handsome, with tan skin and soft brown eyes, and she found herself smiling back. âIâm Sam Cortland, from the Hamel Marketing Corporation,â he introduced, nodding his head in greeting. âI was in the room for the seminar earlier on marketing to small businesses, and I just wanted to say how impressed I was by your input.â
Thatâs where she recognized him from. Aelin remembered seeing him around all day, and in the seminar he was mentioning. It was odd, because there were so many other events at the same time it was unlikely to see the same person that much.
And that, paired with the smile he was giving her⌠well, it seemed sheâd found her entertainment for the evening. Her smile turned sly.
âThank you, Mr. Cortland,â Aelin said, adding a teasing edge to it, âIâm glad someone was paying attention. Rather than the crowds of people already thinking about the drinks theyâll have tonight.â She dared a small step closer.
âPlease, call me Sam.â She looked up at him from under her lashes.
âAlright...Sam,â she murmured, testing out the name on her tongue. The look in his eyes as she said it made heat race through her.
âAelin!â A different voice called out, and she turned back around, scowling. Rowan was standing there, near the elevators gesturing for her to come.
âGods,â she huffed under her breath. She looked back up at Sam. âI should probably go,â she said apologetically, âotherwise heâll get cranky. But Iâll see you later?â
âOf course,â he said cordially with a nod and a secret little smile, and his gaze lingered on her as she left. Maybe she swished her hips a little more than usual as she walked, showing them off in the tight pencil skirt, but that was neither here nor there.
Especially not as she reached Rowan, looking down at her with crossed arms and a frown.
âWhat?â Aelin snapped, glaring at him.
âYou have the room key, and I want to go upstairs,â he muttered, and she rolled her eyes. But she yanked her purse off her arm, beginning to dig through it for the card.
âGods, just get your own damn room key,â she breathed, âIâm surprised you havenât just taken this one yourself.â Rowan just huffed.
âWho were you talking to?â He asked as she continued looking, obviously trying to sound casual. She snatched the key from her purse and looked at him incredulously.
âHeâs from HMC, he was complimenting me for my input in the seminar from earlier,â she raised her brows, âthe one you didnât attend.â It was his turn to roll his eyes.
âMaybe I shouldâve if your words were so enlightening,â he spit. Aelin shot him a discreet middle finger, hiding it from view of the rest of the crowd. She didnât need a petty fight messing up her reputation among her peers.
After finally grabbing the key, she stormed past him into an elevator that had just opened and let a group of people out. Rowan seethed and followed her.
âIâm going up too,â she clarified sharply, âAnd then Iâm changing and going back down.â Aelin stared at the wall of the elevator, waiting for it to ding when they reached their floor. âSam wants to hear what I have to say, so Iâll be spending the evening with him.â
Rowanâs face tightened, but he didnât say anything.
The rest of the ride up was silent.
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Aelin burst out laughing, leaning forward and resting her hand on Samâs forearm, trying to hide the snort that was threatening to escape her.
âYou canât be serious,â she managed to say while chuckling, looking up into his eyes bright with amusement.
âIâm dead serious,â he confirmed, shaking his head, âI was so mad, but I couldnât say anything! Thatâs what I get for having that asshole as a boss.â Aelin took a risk and left her hand there, even as they finished laughing, leaning into him slightly as she grabbed her drink from the bar top, taking a sip. Her dark red lipstick stained the glass.
Sheâd spent a lot of time curating her outfit for the evening. With gold dust over her eyelids, black liner following the edge of her eyes, mascara making her lashes dark and bold, and highlighter lining her sharp cheekbones, she looked like something out of a very private dream. Her dress was a golden masterpiece: short, silky, and tight. It melted to her skin, and everytime she moved, it was like a shimmery gold wave. A sleek high pony and heels completed the look.
Rowan had had an aneurysm when she came out of the bathroom looking like that, Mr. Professionalism to the extreme. He was under the impression that at any sort of work event, they should dress like they were at work. It was easy for him to say, considering he looked like a god in his dress pants and button up shirt. Aelin looked decent enough in her work clothes, but she was ready to let loose. And everyone else dressed their best too, it wasnât just her.
Like now, the crowds of young workers surrounding her at the bar were dressed much differently than the pressed suits and dresses from earlier. Women in low cut shirts or short dresses were talking and laughing with men in jeans and more casual shirts, stuff theyâd wear out. In fact, Rowan was the only one not dressed like that, brooding on the other side of the bar in the same clothes heâd worn all day. The heat had made him take off the jacket and roll up his sleeves, though, showing off his tattooed arm and neck, and the sight made her a little weak.
A few drinks in and she was imagining how it would feel to have that arm lift her up⌠maybe press her against the wall⌠holding her tight as he fucked herâŚ
She shook her head, focusing back on Sam. She was here for him. Not for the coworker she was pretty sure she hated, no matter how good he looked.
Sam lifted a hand, twirling a piece of her hair in between his fingers. âI bet you wouldâve put him in his place, though,â he said, slightly deeper than before. âI canât imagine you taking shit from anyone.â
âThatâs because I would,â Aelin replied, looking at him from under her lashes. âNo entitled dick is going to tell me what to do. Hopefully you donât fit into that category.â
âI would hope not,â he said with a small chuckle, âyou can do whatever you want with me.â The words were kind, and meant to be suggestive, and was the answer she was pushing him to give, but⌠she couldnât help the flicker of disappointment.
A bit of cold seeped into her, dispelling the tension, but she ignored it, forcing herself to stay leaned in. That wasnât his fault. He was perfectly nice, and handsome, and would likely treat her well, but it wasnât what she was really - into.
But it was fine. It would be fine.
So Aelin turned her smile a bit seductive, tilting her shoulders forward to make her dress gap a bit.
âIâll take that under advisement,â she murmured, and he grazed a hand up her arm. She could feel Rowanâs gaze burning her, but she ignored it, trying to ground herself in Sam.
âThereâs a club downtown that just opened, the Vaults I think,â He said, âdo you want to get out of here?â He tilted his head, and she found herself nodding. He reached out a hand and she took it, pulling her up to a stand.
She was about to follow him out of the hotel, but something in her compelled her to pause. To look back. To make eye contact with Rowan, who was looking at her through the crowd, confusion on his face.
âIâll be right back,â she found herself saying, slipping out of her mouth before she could stop it. Sam nodded and shot her a small smile as she walked back into the crowd.
Aelin took a deep breath, composing herself as she made her way over to Rowan. As she approached, he looked up, meeting her eyes with a dark expression. Before she could lose her nerve, she steeled herself and declared âIâm going out with Sam, to a club. Iâll be back later.â
Rowan paused, his face flashing with something unreadable before settling into a flat expression.
âIs that really the smartest idea in the world?â He asked drily, leaning back against the bar and running a finger over the rim of his glass.
âAre you serious?â She asked, letting out an incredulous laugh.
âWe still have meetings tomorrow,â he continued, âI donât need you representing the company hungover.â
Aelin narrowed her eyes. âI donât think I was asking you, I was just doing you the courtesy of letting you know.â He opened his mouth to respond, and she knew that Sam was waiting for her, but she couldnât help but keep arguing. âYou know what? This is so like you,â she spit, crossing her arms, and it was Rowanâs turn to narrow his eyes.
âWhat is? Being responsible?â He drawled, raising a brow.
âBeing an asshole,â she responded, taking a step closer. âI donât even know why you came on this fucking trip, all youâre doing is complaining.â
âOh Iâm complaining,â Rowan said, with a little more snap. âThink about how often I have to put up with your whining at work.â
She huffed. âIs that why youâve been ignoring me recently?â Aelin didnât realize how much closer sheâd subconsciously moved toward him, practically standing in between his legs.
âWhat? Youâve missed me?â He said snarkily, and she huffed a laugh.
âLike I ever could.â She leaned forward slightly, only vaguely realizing her chest was pretty much in his face. She looked down, meeting his green eyes that were looking at her with an unidentifiable emotion. âI wouldnât care if you died and I never saw you again.â She tried to keep her tone vicious, but it softened slightly, caught up in his intense gaze.
âWell then, maybe I should princess,â Rowan murmured, and she didnât miss the way his gaze flickered down to her lips.
âMaybe you should,â she whispered, returning the favor. She watched as he darted his tongue over his, wetting them. A moment hung between them, tension pulling taught, and then⌠he was kissing her.
Her brain stalled for a second, her body instinctively sinking into it. Because it was a good kiss. His mouth was soft and warm against hers, his hands sliding around to her hips to pull her closer. She found herself grasping his hair, leaning in and tilting her head to the side as his tongue slid in, making sweeping movements inside her mouth.
A moan escaped her, and the sound woke her up. She was kissing Rowan. She was kissing Rowan Whitethorn.
She yanked herself back, breathing heavily and staring at him with confusion. His eyes were dark with want, and he leaned back in to claim her lips again, but she pulled away, pushing his hands off of her.
âWhat the hell?â Aelin spit, furrowing her brows. âYou canât just kiss me like that.â
âYou seemed to enjoy it,â he said casually, looking unphased.
âFuck you,â she hissed, pushing back further. âYou canât tell me what to do, so I am going to the Vaults with Sam and you are just going to have to suck it up.â
His face smoothed into a dangerously calm expression. âYou shouldnât go alone. This isnât Orynth.â
âI can handle myself,â she spit, and then with one last glare, she left.
Aelin was shaky as she made her way back to Sam, her hands unsteady as she lifted them up to her lips. Gods, what was that? Every inch of her was begging her to go back to Rowan, to drag him upstairs, or to the hallway, or the nearest bathroom and let him have his way with her.
Heat was rushing through her, rolling around in her core, but she took a deep breath, heading toward Sam.
âOkay Iâm ready,â she breathed when she reached him, faking a smile in his direction. Hopefully that was true.
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True to his word, Rowan showed up to the Vaults too, likely to keep an eye on her, out of false superiority and fear that she would screw things up for him. Aelin had rolled her eyes when she saw him enter, but hadnât said anything, too busy at the bar with Sam.
A few more shots and she was laughing beyond reason, leaning heavily on him due to the limited space. It was extremely crowded there, giant groups of people and loud music and strobe lights filling the space.
She made eye contact with Rowan from across the room, in between dancing people, and he scowled. She raised her brows at him, watching as he frowned more. She tossed back the shot in her hand, maintaining eye contact as she wiped her mouth.
He rolled his eyes and then she looked away, back to Sam. Out of the corner of her eye, she unconsciously watched Rowan, frowning as a tall girl with pale blonde hair went up to talk to him, rubbing her hand up his arm. Aelin wasnât sure why that sight upset her, but it did, so she ignored it, shoving the feeling down. Shoving the memory of his lips on hers down.
âDo you want to dance?â She asked Sam, looking up at him from under her lashes. He nodded and set down his drink, lacing their fingers together and leading her out to the floor.
The music changed then, the bass hitting heavier and the melody turning darker, and when they made their way out into the throngs of people, Aelin turned to face away, leaning back against him.
His hands immediately went to her hips, pulling her ass tighter against his body. She pressed herself against him, shoving her back into him as she swayed her hips to the beat of the song.
Her skin was overheating, everywhere it touched his, and she breathed heavily as he began pressing hot and wet kisses to her neck.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he breathed into her skin, and she laid her head on his shoulder, exposing her neck more. Aelin tried to sink into the feeling, tried to lose herself in him, but something compelled her to look up.
So she did. And immediately made eye contact with Rowan, leaning against the wall alone once again. He was staring at her with dark eyes, sipping on a drink, and she knew if she tried to look away, she couldnât.
A thread was pulling taut between them, some sort of electricity holding them together. And maybe it was because of the kiss earlier, the feeling of his hands holding her hips, so much rougher than the ones holding her now, or the simple fact that despite all of the arguing and the fighting, she still wanted to know what he godsdamned tasted like, she held his gaze. And began rubbing herself against Sam more, shoving her ass into him even harder, grinding with an intensity guided by sheer desire for not the man behind her, but for the one across the room.
From the way he clenched his glass, and the way his eyes shuttered as he tightened his jaw, her method was working.
Still holding his gaze, Aelin lifted her hands, threading them in Samâs hair and pulling his head to her neck once again. She let her eyes fall half shut, melding her body to his and imagining it was Rowan not him.
The way his green eyes still held hers made it easy to believe.
She sighed, Rowanâs magnetic presence grounding her while making her float at the same time. She dug her hands into Samâs hair more, heat rushing through her. She was going to combust, she was going to lose it, she was going to explode if she didnât feel Rowanâs hands right now.
He lifted his brow, as if sensing her thoughts. But instead of the action being snarky and arrogant it was filled with lust, fueled by the way she was moving, as if he was imagining her moving on him the same way.
She needed to calm down. She needed to focus on Sam, not him. Despite their kiss, Rowan didnât want anything to do with her, and she didnât want anything to do with him. That wouldnât go anywhere.
So she closed her eyes, breathing in Samâs scent, ignoring the other man.
Soon the song was ending, and she was anticipating his voice asking her if she wanted to go back to the hotel, and she was preparing herself to say yes, when a different voice cut through.
âCan I cut in?â Rowanâs deep voice murmured, making her shiver. Sam paused, clearly uneager to leave, but when she turned around and gave him a slight nod, her efforts to convince herself against her desire failing, Sam frowned but conceded. He likely recognized Rowan as the man whoâd been with her most of the day, and realized a fight would be futile.
He pulled back, letting his hands drag off her body as he walked back slightly into the crowd. He looked upset, but when she smiled reassuringly, he nodded and left. Aelin watched him as he left. She could find him again afterward, maybe.
Suddenly, she and Rowan were alone. Well as much as they could be surrounded by other horny couples, dancing like no one else was around. But with his gaze locked on hers, they were the only ones in the world.
Her breath caught as he rested his hands on her waist, still facing him. Her mouth parted slightly, heat rushing through her as they got close enough for their breaths to intermingle. Aelin was sure they were going to kiss again, was waiting for it with bated breath, but then, with an intensity that made her let out a small noise, he dragged his hand across her stomach and flipped her around, pulling her tightly against him.
She gasped slightly, the sound breathy as his hand stayed splayed out over her lower stomach, while the other cupped her hip. He began guiding her hips slowly, moving them into motion, following the song.
The feeling was divine: the warmth of him behind her, the grip of his hands through her dress, the slight pressure on her lower back..
Aelin groaned quietly as she rocked with him, laying her head back on his shoulder. Her hands came up to grab at his hair, just as she had with Sam, but the feel of Rowanâs silvery hair slipping through her fingers for some reason felt right. All though she wouldnât think about why, she still hated him after all.
Rowanâs fingers on her stomach contracted and straightened, dragging across her dress, and she felt it through the fabric, the grazing pressure agonizingly good. His other hand slipped down, reaching the hem of her dress and climbing down her skin. She thought he would keep going, but he reversed his path, slipping under her dress instead.
Aelin couldnât even hear the music, or see the lights, or focus on anything but his hand creeping up her thigh, causing goosebumps to appear as he reached her underwear. A small sigh escaped her as he rubbed a thumb over the fabric, feeling the evidence of her arousal.
âIs this all for me?â He murmured into her ear, rustling the small hairs there, and she damn near combusted.
But out of stubbornness, and a desire to keep at least a shred of her dignity, Aelin said âI donât know what youâre talking about.â Rowan clicked his tongue and removed his hand, making her whine in protest. He didnât relent until she murmured âpleaseâ softly into the skin of his neck.
It was his turn to groan slightly, and his hand returned to between her legs, his palm rubbing against her sensitive nub over the fabric as his fingers stroked against her folds. Aelin couldnât hide her moan.
âFirst that nightgown, and now this dress,â he said, his deep voice sending shivers all over her body. âItâs like youâre begging me to fuck you.â
Staying true to his words, Aelin whispered another please into his neck, the words hot against his already heated skin. Rowan dipped a finger under the fabric, sliding it into her just a little bit, just enough to tease her.
âGods, youâre so wet,â he groaned, hidden by the heavy bass of the music. And it was then he seemingly realized where they were, and what they were doing, because he pulled his hand away, ignoring her protest. But then he leaned down and took her earlobe into his mouth, pulling it with his teeth. Her breaths were unsteady as he said âletâs get out of here.â
Aelin nodded immediately, and he chuckled against her skin before grabbing her hand and yanking her through the crowd. She was burning, inside and out, a fire that could only be settled by him. So she followed easily, eagerly awaiting the sight of their dreadful hotel room.
Sheâd make her excuses to Sam tomorrow.
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The cab ride home was absolute torture. Out of respect for the driver, theyâd sat on opposite sides, keeping their lust to a minimum, their only contact the hand that he held in his lap.
Her palm was flat against his leg, his hand on top, and she almost melted when he stroked two fingers slowly across the back of her hand, an imitation of what heâd do somewhere else. Aelin was seriously contemplating telling the driver to pull over and fucking Rowan somewhere in an alley, but she refrained, crossing her legs to try and soothe the pulsing between them.
Only five minutes left.
But he just made it harder when he leaned over, taking their entwined hands and placing them on her lap, dangerously close to the spot that was aching for him.
âI still hate you, you know,â she breathed, her heart racing. Rowan chuckled darkly.
âI hate you too,â he said, and then leaned in further to whisper into her ear. âBut Iâm still going to tie you to the bed and go down on you all night until my jaw is sore.â
And then he was gone, back on the other side of the car, leaving her cold and wanting. But fuck. She hadnât expected this from him, but gods she wasnât complaining.
Aelin looked out the window, swallowing and taking a deep breath to cool herself down. Thatâs how she stayed the rest of the ride, if only to keep her from pouncing on him right there.
They both practically ran into the lobby when they arrived, slowing to a walk to not garner too much suspicion from the large crowd still occupying the bar, but when they reached the elevator, getting one to themselves, Rowan was on her, pushing her into the wall and claiming her mouth with his.
Aelin melted into it, wrapping her arms around his neck as he shoved her further, tilting his head and coaxing her lips open with his tongue. She followed willingly, sighing as his tongue swept in. Her tongue darted out too, meeting his but letting him control every move.
His hands found her hair, pulling out the tie slowly to let her long hair fall around her face. He groaned and dug his fingers into it, rubbing his hands over her face to pull it all back. She fell out of this kiss to take a gasping breath, and he took the opportunity to press wet kisses along her skin, traveling down her jaw and neck to reach the juncture of her neck and shoulder, sucking a bit and soothing it with his tongue. It would leave a mark, but she couldnât find it in herself to care as he bit down gently, pulling at the skin with his teeth. She moaned and lifted her shoulder to trap him there, desperate to feel him on her forever.
But Rowan sprung away when the elevator dinged and opened, catching his breath as he looked at the exit. No one was there, but it was their floor, so they both rushed out quickly, hurrying to their room.
Her body was pounding, heat pooling in her core as the door opened and they darted inside. Rowan was shoving her back against it immediately.
He resumed their heated kiss, captivating her senses as his hands reached for the straps of her dress, pulling them down her arms slowly. Aelin tried to help him, using her own hands to yank them down faster, but he grabbed both her wrists, pulling them together and away from her straps.
âDonât move unless I tell you to,â Rowan said smokily, his eyes dark with lust. Aelin found herself nodding without thinking, so turned on she couldnât even stop to consider anything different. âGood girl,â he murmured into her neck, nibbling at the skin again. A bolt of arousal raced through her.
She relaxed her tense muscles as he pulled her dress all the way down, relishing in the way his hands felt against her skin as he removed it, leaving her standing in just her panties.
âBeautiful,â he breathed as he dropped to her chest, kissing the skin of one breast before circling his tongue around the peak.
âRowan,â she moaned, trying with every fiber of her being not to reach up and grab his head to keep him there. Instead, she followed his directions and stayed leaning against the door, dropping her head back and closing her eyes, giving in to the sensation as his hand came up to roughly grab her other breast, squeezing it as his teeth gently bit her nipple, pulling it back. His thumb came up to circle the other one, pinching it between two fingers and rubbing, making her emit noises she would normally be embarrassed by. She didnât have it in her to care now.
The hand that sheâd forgotten about slid down her body, reaching between her legs and slipping under the last bit of fabric covering her. A finger circled the sensitive nub there, and she panted, every inch of her pounding. He slid a finger into her slowly, enjoying teasing her, and he lifted his head from her chest to watch her expression as he curled it slightly, rapt with desire as her mouth opened in a silent moan.
âI love the way you look with my fingers inside you,â he murmured, his voice dark, making her almost collapse, his leg sliding in between hers to catch her, joining his hand in grinding against her.
âBed, please,â she managed to murmur between moans. The sound made Rowan stand up straight, sliding his hands around her thighs to pick her up, carrying her quickly to the bed they shared and dumping her on the soft comforter. She was about to wrap her arms around him and drag him down with her when he pulled back.
He stood away from the bed, hurriedly yanking at the buttons of his shirt to get it off. Aelin sighed at the sight of his tan skin, the pure muscle there making her mouth water. He pulled his pants off too, making eye contact with her as he unbuttoned them, leaving him in just his boxers, the visible bulge making her eyes darken with lust.
But before she could do anything, he left, going to where his suitcase was laying on the floor. She pushed herself up on her elbows to try and see what he was doing, but the view was blocked until he stood up straight. She let out a loud moan at the sight of a tie in his hands.
Aelin looked at him from beneath her lashes as he approached the bed, slowly lifting her arms above her head to signal her approval of the plan. Rowan climbed up, straddling her hips as he reached over her, tying the fabric tightly around her wrists and then to the slats of the headboard.
âGood?â He asked, looking down at her. Aelin tugged at it slightly and nodded.
âGood,â she whispered, staring into his green eyes. Emotion flickered deep in them, but then he was smirking and moving back down her body, hooking a finger in her panties and sliding them off her legs slowly, so slowly she was breathing heavy with anticipation by the time they were off. She didnât have any room for embarrassment as she dropped her legs open wide, revealing herself to him.
He groaned and ducked down, mouth grazing lightly over the junction of her thighs. His breath met the sensitive flesh and she couldnât help but buck her hips, desperate for him. Rowan just slid his hands under her thighs and up to her stomach, pinning her down as he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss to her folds.
âRowan,â she moaned again, âgods.â He just chuckled and moved to nip at the tendon of her upper thigh, before sucking at it to leave another mark. âPlease,â she begged, and that seemed to spur him on. He dove in, dragging a long lick up her folds. She fell back, clenching her eyes closed, pure pleasure rolling through her.
His tongue circled her clit as he dragged one of his hands down to join his mouth, teasing at her folds before slipping a finger in. The other hand grazed the sensitive skin below her navel, and the sensations were all too much. Aelin panted, her arms trying to get out of their hold to grab onto his head. When another finger joined the first, and they scooped upward to brush against the sensitive patch inside her, she let out a whine, sensing her incoming climax.
He nipped at her clit, pulling at it gently, and added a third finger, the stretch causing more heat to pool in her core. He crooked all three fingers a certain way, and that was her undoing, moans and sighs and cried escaping her as she came, the twisting in her core relaxing as she leapt off of that cliff.
Rowan kept up his ministrations all the way through it, stretching out her orgasm to a seemingly impossible length. She shuddered as she finally came down, breathing heavily as her eyes fluttered open.
âGods,â she repeated, unable to say much else. âRowan, that was -â
âWhat?â He asked from between her legs, a self satisfied smirk on his face. âDid that feel good?â
âYou know it did, asshole,â she breathed, frowning at him the best she could with his fingers still inside her. Rowan kept looking at her and crooked his fingers again, making her eyes roll back in her head, and a whine escaped her, too sensitive to be played with right away. He saw this and removed his fingers slowly, covered in her juices, and climbed back up her body to shove his fingers in her mouth.
âYou look good all soaking wet,â he murmured, hovering over her and watching as she licked off his fingers, sucking at them the same way she would suck something else. From the way his eyes shuttered, he recognized that too.
Aelin leaned up the best she could with her hands still bound and nipped at his lip, as if daring him to come down and kiss her. Rowan pulled back though, looking at her with amusement.
âDid you think it would be that easy?â He chuckled darkly. âNo,â he continued, âIâm taking my time.â
And with that, he dropped a hand back to her legs, sliding his fingers in again as he dropped his head to her chest, nipping at her breasts again. His other arm rested next to her head, keeping him up as he worked. His tongue laved at her nipples, switching between the two at random. With three fingers in her again, his teeth latched onto her left peak, and as he dragged his fingers upward slowly, going deeper than before, he dragged his head up toward hers, pulling her breast with him before releasing it with a pop.
Her eyes rolled back into her head as she felt herself climax again, overwhelmed with the feel of him.
But this time, Rowan leaned down and captured her lips with his, swallowing all of her moans as she came down from that blessed high.
âPlease,â Aelin begged, looking up at him as he released her, warmth filling her yet again from his touch and his nearness. She needed him inside her right now. âPlease fuck me, Rowan. Please.â He growled and worked at pulling off his undershorts as she continued begging for him. âI need you inside me,â she breathed, âplease.â
He successfully got his shorts off and she made a small sighing noise at the sight of his length, the smooth velvety skin looking extremely enticing. Aelin wanted to see how it would taste, how he would taste, but it seemed he wouldnât let her. At least not right now. Maybe another time.
She shook her head slightly, clearing the thought. There wouldnât be another time. This was a one off occasion, fueled by lust and alcohol and being away from home. Almost as if the location made it not count.
All thoughts cleared though as Rowan braced himself over her, his face inches from her own as he nudged at her entrance, his length pressing at her folds. Aelin tried to maneuver him into slipping inside her, but he evaded, sliding along her folds to brush against her clit. The feeling made her groan. He did that a few more times and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing at him to get on with it.
Rowan chuckled at her indignancy, and then.. she was fuller than sheâd ever been in her entire life. A loud moan burst out of her at the feeling, and she pressed her eyes shut, panting. He waited a few moments, letting her adjust to the sensation, and then when she nodded, he moved. And her world shattered.
With the first thrust into her, she was already shaking, panting into his mouth as he leaned down and kissed her, pulling at her bottom lip and swiping his tongue in and out before she could do anything. One of her legs slipped down, too weak to hold itself there, and Rowan grabbed it by the thigh, lifting it over his shoulder and stretching her out. The new angle made her groan as he hit her deeper, harder, rougher.
âRowan,â she moaned, âoh gods, oh gods.â She tried to bring her hands down again to grab his head, especially as he began placing biting kisses to her neck, soothing it with his tongue, leaving bruises that she would find tomorrow.
He noticed her struggle, and reached up to free her from the headboard, but instead of letting her wrap her still tied together hands around his neck, he slipped out of her altogether, and grabbed her waist, flipping her so she was on her knees and elbows. He pushed her forward, and she sighed with anticipation, a deep sound coming out of her as he entered her again, the new position making the sensation even stronger.
Aelin rocked back into him the best she could, meeting him thrust for thrust, and she gasped when he reached forward and grabbed her neck, pulling her back to his chest. He left his hand there, squeezing slightly, and she clenched around him at the feeling.
âYeah?â Rowan said into her ear, and she moaned as a response, barely managing to utter an uh-huh back. He matched his grip around her neck with his thrusts, cutting off her air slightly with every thrust in, and leaving her gasping with every thrust out. She felt her third climax of the night building, her core hot, and she could tell he was close too, if the way his pace began stuttering, and the groans he was making in her ear were any indication.
The hand not on her throat slipped down, and when he pinched her clit, she broke, moaning and sighing as she climaxed, bringing him with her this time. He spilled into her, the warmth making her groan more, and he thrusted a few more times, prolonging both of their orgasms before they both fell forward onto the bed, completely sated.
Rowan was still in her, and was pressing most of his weight into her, but she couldnât bring herself to move, too comforted by the sensation to care.
âGods,â he whispered this time, slowly pulling out of her. âThat was -â he breathed, rolling off of her to lay next to her. Aelin managed to roll onto her side, looking at him with tired yet satisfied eyes. He smiled softly at her and reached forward to untie her hands, rubbing at her wrists to soothe the skin.
But as she was calming down, she realized the intimacy of the action and frowned. This wasnât anything more than sex. Even if the way he was looking at her made it seem like he wanted it to be more. Rowan furrowed her brows as she pulled her hands back, rolling to face away from him. There unfortunately wasnât anywhere else for her to go, trapped in the same bed.
âWhatâs wrong?â He asked, concern in his voice. She forced herself to stay still and not turn around.
âNothing,â she replied blankly, repeating her thoughts, âit was just sex. No need to make anything more of it.â Rowan hesitated, and then scoffed at her words.
âI shouldnât be surprised.â His tone was full of derision, with a hint of pain that she could tell he was trying to hide. It struck her harder than it shouldâve, but she squeezed her eyes shut, pushing it away. She couldnât get involved with him. She couldnât. Not when it would only end in chaos. Only end in pain. âI shouldnât have expected anything different.â He sighed.
âNo, you shouldnât have.â Aelin blinked back a tear that was threatening to spill as she heard him get out of the bed, walking away and slamming the bathroom door shut.
It hurt now, but she was making the right choice. She didnât actually feel that way about him, she knew that. Right?
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